I had to write three letters, though, before I got one that Mother said would do to send.

The first one sounded so _glad_ I was staying that Mother said she was afraid he would feel hurt, and that would be too bad--when he'd been so kind.

And the second one sounded as if I was so _sorry_ not to go to Andersonville the first of April that Mother said that would never do in the world.

He'd think I didn't _want_ to stay in Boston.

But the third letter I managed to make just glad enough to stay, and just sorry enough not to go.